Shower Alone

In the shower, I thought of you. I was rinsing my hair and suddenly your image blazed into my minds eye. I closed my eyes and pictured you, naked and hard. Just for me.As I soaped my neck and shoulders, fantasies of you whirled in my head. What would your hands feel like on me, in me? Where would you touch me first? My hands become yours, stroking down my shoulders and arms.I imagine our naked bodies touching, yours hard and long, mine soft and petite. My breasts are lightly rubbing against your ribs, your jutting cock bobs against my tummy and slides against my hipbone. Our thighs touch intermittently. The water is making our flesh slick and slippery. Your arms are wrapped around me, holding Kurtköy Escort me so tightly and close to you that for me to even draw a breath is a struggle. I revel in the sensation.My hands are sliding over the sinew and tendons that bunch beneath the skin of your arms, back, chest, buttocks… Your hands are caressing the curves that go in and the curves that go out. I am glad to be a woman and desired by you.I can’t resist cupping my own breasts. Massaging them, pushing them up and together. I look down to see the soap creaming prettily on my flesh. No wonder womens bodies are coveted and adored. How soft and beautiful we are.My imagination is running wild. Kurtköy Escort Bayan Moaning softly in the steam of the shower, I imagine your hands on my breasts. My nipples already hard, beg for my fingers to pinch and tease. It feels amazing baby. My fingers are now your fingers tweaking the hard peaks of my tits.My face is upturned to yours, holding myself up on tiptoes. Craving your kisses. Like a thirsty flower, standing as tall as possible in the rain. Trying in vain to fit my nether parts against your proudly standing cock.What would it feel like for our mouths to touch, open and hot, water streaming between us? I open my lips and the water trickles Escort Kadıköy inside. It is your tongue invading my mouth. Your tongue is dancing inside my mouth and I am greedily sucking it. I lean weakly against the wall of the shower.My hands, now yours, slip down my belly. Your hand is sliding down past my navel to cup my pussy in your hand. Softly at first, but the urge to squeeze it hard overrides that first act.I grind against my hand and feel the heat of my pussy against my fingers. I tickle my bare pussy lips lightly, teasing myself. Your fingers are wriggling against my labia, lightly stroking. My legs spread wider to accommodate the play.I slide my finger into my wet slit as water pounds against my back and buttocks. Whispering into the moist heat of the shower, I compliment your technique and plead for you to continue.Can anything compare to the wondorous feel of an excited pussy? There is nothing quite like it. The outer lips are soft and downy like a luxurious velvet.